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[Noah_D]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plastic_Paddy

Can't we all just get along? L.o.l.....

[United States
Plastic Paddy is typically used in a derogatory fashion towards those who identify as Irish Americans or who celebrate "Irishness" on Saint Patrick's Day, accusing them of having little actual connection to Irish culture.[24][25] For example, British mixed martial arts fighter Dan Hardy has called American fighter Marcus Davis a "plastic Paddy" due to Marcus' enthusiasm for his Irish ancestry.[26]

Alex Massie, a Scottish journalist, wrote in National Review:

When I was a student in Dublin we scoffed at the American celebration of St. Patrick, finding something preposterous in the green beer, the search for any connection, no matter how tenuous, to Ireland, the misty sentiment of it all that seemed so at odds with the Ireland we knew and actually lived in. Who were these people dressed as Leprechauns and why were they dressed that way? This Hibernian Brigadoon was a sham, a mockery, a Shamrockery of real Ireland and a remarkable exhibition of plastic paddyness. But at least it was confined to the Irish abroad and those foreigners desperate to find some trace of green in their blood.[27]]

I mean, I kind of agree with him. For the same and different reasons. The modern American celebration of St. Patrick's Day is pretty ridiculous is my opinion.

 

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[releventchair]

I mean, I kind of agree with him. For the same and different reasons. The modern American celebration of St. Patrick's Day is pretty ridiculous is my opinion.

Irish here faced racism and many would not deny thier heritage. Pre American revolution Protestants' were celebrating Irish heritage.
With Catholic Protestant conflict , green vs orange reflected/reflects conflict within the race. Early on ignored by the non Irish who discriminated equally among both distinctions.

It's a day to recognize the Irish. Our geographical gulfs and attendant observations vary to be sure.
But for all who have been marginalized as suitable only for having an "Irish necklace", that rime of sweat and dirt found on a laborer tasked with what others shun and therefore deemed suited to the work ... And thier kin ,It's a day aside to confirm origins.

I recall my birth certificate describing Dad's occupation as a laborer.
I tried to break that trend. And ended up a laborer regardless.
He was not Irish. But married into Irish and knew thier struggle. As he knew his own heritage's struggle here.

The "No Irish " signs are gone. At least are not in use today.
So it's more to celebrate. As most hard won changes are.

 

[xaos]

C. Ohioan
Most definitely.

Mom only taught me two cuss words in Polish.

Which 2 words?

Did they ever straighten out Dead Mans Curve

Ohioan like this stuff?...(from a native PA)

You consider Cedar Point a vacation...

Your hometown river is flammable...

"Who Dey!"

In Ohio...you dont have the A B C's, you have the 3 C's... Cleveland, Columbus, and Cincinnati

 

[Duckshot]

So how many leprechauns does a guy need to stab to death in order to get a pot of gold around here?

 

[RTR]

To all you guys & gals in the path of this storm ..button down the hatches ,and get ready !! Its packing lots a tornado's good luck to all of us

 

[Rookster]

Morning Rook
Hope all goes ok with you weather wise, and it does effect you at all.
Now when you say shelter-would this be an unground bunker, or just a concrete enforced room of sorts?

Going purdy good right now pepper. The first line of storms went a little north of us but we’ve got the worse line yet to get here. Thanks

 

[Rookster]

He has posters of Marilyn Monroe shellacked all around. Layers and layers. Sturdier than an eagles nest. And he’ll be very, very happy.

 

[Rookster]

To all you guys & gals in the path of this storm ..button down the hatches ,and get ready !! Its packing lots a tornado's good luck to all of us

Yep RTR it’s just been hard rain at 4:07 CST but this next line may send us to the bunker. Lookin at radar it looks like between 5:30 to 6. Hoping y’all good luck over there.

 

[bill from lachine]

Jeff Dunham & Walter.

 

[bill from lachine]

Chris DeBurg-Spanish Train.

 

[pepperj]

Well we loaded up the 2 steers and off they went to become the next stage of becoming a freezer staple.
Got the future hay crop cattle program sorted out.

Did have to jump off the merry-go-round with a flooring company that was to compensate us for over billing, product problems.
I didn't receive a check, so emailed him. He didn't send it because I didn't 5 star his company for service.
I wrote a curt reply, he called, and I just said that the company that just drove out, looked at the issues.
They agreed that he should pony up.
Well ok......like really.

 

[bill from lachine]

Jim,

From our experience with contractors for reno projects it's a royal pain and they charge top dollar for sometimes questionable work.

If it's within our skill sets probably better to tackle it ourselves. I don't mess with major electrical or plumbing issues and that's mostly because of possible insurance issues in the event you mess it up.

You need a certified contractor to keep legit under the policy terms.

 

[pepperj]

O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

 

[pepperj]

Jim,

From our experience with contractors for reno projects it's a royal pain and they charge top dollar for sometimes questionable work.

If it's within our skill sets probably better to tackle it ourselves. I don't mess with major electrical or plumbing issues and that's mostly because of possible insurance issues in the event you mess it up.

You need a certified contractor to keep legit under the policy terms.

I can wire a plug up-not an issue.
But if the carpenter wires the plug up-then it's an issue.
So basically the way it's written we can our own work-an get it inspected by the electrical authority.

 

[RTR]

Its Mojito time https://www.gimmesomeoven.com/mojito-recipe/

 

[releventchair]

The Wreck of the Hesperus
BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW


It was the schooner Hesperus,
That sailed the wintry sea;
And the skipper had taken his little daughtèr,
To bear him company.

Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax,
Her cheeks like the dawn of day,
And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds,
That ope in the month of May.

The skipper he stood beside the helm,
His pipe was in his mouth,
And he watched how the veering flaw did blow
The smoke now West, now South.

Then up and spake an old Sailòr,
Had sailed to the Spanish Main,
"I pray thee, put into yonder port,
For I fear a hurricane.

"Last night, the moon had a golden ring,
And to-night no moon we see!"
The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe,
And a scornful laugh laughed he.

Colder and louder blew the wind,
A gale from the Northeast,
The snow fell hissing in the brine,
And the billows frothed like yeast.

Down came the storm, and smote amain
The vessel in its strength;
She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed,
Then leaped her cable's length.

"Come hither! come hither! my little daughtèr,
And do not tremble so;
For I can weather the roughest gale
That ever wind did blow."

He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat
Against the stinging blast;
He cut a rope from a broken spar,
And bound her to the mast.

"O father! I hear the church-bells ring,
Oh say, what may it be?"
"'T is a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!" —
And he steered for the open sea.

"O father! I hear the sound of guns,
Oh say, what may it be?"
"Some ship in distress, that cannot live
In such an angry sea!"

"O father! I see a gleaming light,
Oh say, what may it be?"
But the father answered never a word,
A frozen corpse was he.

Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,
With his face turned to the skies,
The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow
On his fixed and glassy eyes.

Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed
That savèd she might be;
And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave
On the Lake of Galilee.

And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow,
Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept
Tow'rds the reef of Norman's Woe.

And ever the fitful gusts between
A sound came from the land;
It was the sound of the trampling surf
On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.

The breakers were right beneath her bows,
She drifted a dreary wreck,
And a whooping billow swept the crew
Like icicles from her deck.

She struck where the white and fleecy waves
Looked soft as carded wool,
But the cruel rocks, they gored her side
Like the horns of an angry bull.

Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice,
With the masts went by the board;
Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank,
Ho! ho! the breakers roared!

At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach,
A fisherman stood aghast,
To see the form of a maiden fair,
Lashed close to a drifting mast.

The salt sea was frozen on her breast,
The salt tears in her eyes;
And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed,
On the billows fall and rise.

Such was the wreck of the Hesperus,
In the midnight and the snow!
Christ save us all from a death like this,
On the reef of Norman's Woe!

 

[bill from lachine]

Forever Young.

 

[pepperj]

"O Captain! My Captain!" is an extended-metaphor poem written by Walt Whitman in 1865 about the deathof U.S. president Abraham Lincoln. Well received upon publication, the poem was Whitman's most popular during his lifetime. Whitman was employed by the federal government in Washington, D.C., through much of the Civil War, and, though he never met Lincoln, Whitman felt a connection to him and was greatly moved by his assassination. "My Captain" was first published in The Saturday Press on November 4, 1865, and appeared in Sequel to Drum-Taps later that year. He later included it in the collection Leaves of Grassand recited the poem at several lectures on Lincoln's death. Critical opinion has shifted since the mid-20th century, with scholars deriding its conventionality and unoriginality. In popular culture, the poem experienced renewed attention after it was featured in Dead Poets Society (1989), and is frequently associated with the star of that film, Robin Williams

 

[releventchair]

Old Ironsides
BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES SR.

[Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
Long has it waved on high,
And many an eye has danced to see
That banner in the sky;
Beneath it rung the battle shout,
And burst the cannon’s roar;—
The meteor of the ocean air
Shall sweep the clouds no more!

Her deck, once red with heroes’ blood
Where knelt the vanquished foe,
When winds were hurrying o’er the flood
And waves were white below,
No more shall feel the victor’s tread,
Or know the conquered knee;—
The harpies of the shore shall pluck
The eagle of the sea!

O, better that her shattered hulk
Should sink beneath the wave;
Her thunders shook the mighty deep,
And there should be her grave;
Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every thread-bare sail,
And give her to the god of storms,—
The lightning and the gale!]

Holmes wrote the above poem in 1830 , upset that the ship (named by President Washington) was slated to be decommissioned.

 

[bill from lachine]

Here's a recipe for Jamaican jerk chicken.